Not many people knew who the main families were or their purpose in the Wizarding world. There are certain points in time when a supremely powerful Witch is born. Like Wizarding royalty, these witches are followed by all others. Their actions admired, their requests followed through. This is the story of life after the war when a new Enchantress appears. Who will she chose and what will she do?

Hermione felt a bit confused. Whenever life seemed awfully slow suddenly things begin to come along all at once; being an Enchantress, finding out about Ron and Harry, her closeness with Draco, meeting the Lords, and her future ideas. Life could be slow at times but it was never uneventful. At least there was one thing that Hermione could count on at a time like this and that was the steadiness of the words her Mother left.

July 1978

Today was singularly the best day of my life! Matron didn’t stand a chance once he arrived; he scared her into a little box. She has no power against a Wizard. He was so attractive when he wielded his wand. I’d been waiting so long for this day and the months had been going by so slowly.

But the time had finally come. He’d come in and swept me off my feet. He carried me from the house of my nightmares and took me somewhere that was safe and my own. The place he found me is just so amazing. It’s small, yes, but it has space and potential.

I can’t wait to be able to buy my own furniture, get a job, and have my own life. He’ll be in it, my new life, he said he would. He makes me so happy. From words to speech, his eyes sparkle brightly when he talks to me. He is so handsome when he’s serious and passionate about something.

He says he’s passionate about me, it makes me blush. Falling in love is such an easy thing to do, I think I love him. Isn’t that great, I have the best hopeful feeling in my gut right now. We talked all night long, nothing happened beyond talking and the most chaste kiss in the world.

It was so special I feel like my life is moving forward in a positive way.

For the first time I’m happy without restraints, without fear, without worry. God I’m going round in circles all my thoughts are the same, I keep repeating myself. I will never forget this day!!

Hermione giggled at her Mother’s words. She sounded like a love struck teenager. The happiness her Mother felt practically leapt off the page. Hermione was glad that at least her Mother had found happiness after such a lonely childhood.

Hermione sighed, Draco would be here soon. One Lord down two to go. Lucius suggested she get the visits over as quickly as possible. Hermione was all for that approach but it was still hard to present yourself to someone who knows more about you than you do yourself. They were to visit Lord Byron next. He was the most difficult Lord – apparently – and Lucius had given Hermione a box of expensive cigars to give Lord Byron. Supposedly they were to sweeten him up.

“Are you ready?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be” she grimaced.

“It’ll be fine, you’ll see”.

“Have you ever met Lord Byron?” she asked.

“Once”.

“And?”

“And he scared me so much I hid under the table”.

“Perfect”.

“Hey, I was six?” declared Draco.

“Wuss” she said.

“Be nice or I won’t let you kiss me again!”

“But, but” she saw his teasing face, “You’re an ass” she said.

“Takes one to know one!” he dodged her flailing arm.

“We’ll be late come on!”

30 Seconds Later

Slap!

“Ouch”.

“You deserved that. Don’t apparate me without telling me. I could have been splinched”.

“Relax Hermione”.

“Say you’re sorry”.

“No”.

“I won’t kiss you again” she grinned evilly.

“You’re a mean woman”.

“I know, now say sorry”.

“Sorry” he mumbled.

“Good boy”, she patted his arm condescendingly.

She looked at the castle in front of her. It didn’t look very appealing. He had the old creepy castle thing going for him alright. Perhaps he was a recluse; she opted for knocking and being led down the halls by a house elf. She didn’t want the embarrassment of being caught staring at a house again.

“Miss Granger, Welcome” his voice was deep and reverberated around the room they stood in, “Please, sit”.

They sat in chairs that had high rigid backs and soft duck feather cushions.

“Lord Byron thank you for allowing me into your home, I bought these for you” she held out the box of cigars and waited for Lord Byron to take them.

“Most kind” he said stiffly, which caused Hermione to become uncomfortable.

“Your power is strong” he stated.

“Yes” she replied.

He frowned, “Hmm”.

“Do you know what I do?” he asked.

“No Sir” she replied.

“I’m a lawyer, the only worthy lawyer to grace the Wizarding World”.

“That’s um nice” said Hermione.

“You’re awfully young to be Mother Earth’s new Enchantress”.

“Thank you!”

“Do you play?”

“Pardon?” she asked.

“The piano, do you play?”

“Yes” she said most confused by his behavior.

“Play something” he said pointing to the piano.

“Ok” Hermione’s hands were sweaty. This man’s voice was so cold and dominating, the lion within her was shaking. She sat at the piano and played a melody of Chopin music. She’d forgotten how much she loved the piano. At Hogwart’s there’d been scarcely a chance for music.

When she stopped Lord Byron applauded and his whole demeanor seemed to change.

“Wonderful, beautifully exquisite, music comes from your soul. Your soul and magic are in perfect sync. Your power will lead us to greatness”.

Hermione wasn’t really sure what he meant but she wasn’t willing to voice any opinion that might make him surly again. People like Lord Byron were good at changing moods to influence the situation.

“Well now, what’s this?” he asked seriously.

“Excuse me?” enquired Hermione nervously.

“Mr. Malfoy and yourself, are you an item?”

“That’s a bit personal don’t you think?” replied Hermione.

“Hmm” was the only response she got.

She was beginning to feel uncomfortable again. She thought that perhaps it would be best to spend as little time as possible with the man. She wasn’t going to be scared away by his impolite manner though.

“Thank you for your hospitality but we must go” she said stiffly.

“Of course” he replied sarcastically.

Draco stood to leave, waiting to escort Hermione out but something in Lord Byron’s sarcastic tone of voice stopped her.

“What is your problem? Are you always a jerk or is it just because you’re old and alone?” she demanded her eyes sparkling with a fiery heat.

“Oh I forgot, you like to make judging remarks and make others feel uncomfortable with your silence and mood swings because that’s how you get your kicks”.

The eyebrow rose even further.

“You maybe one of my Lords but you won’t get far with this attitude” she said.

Now it was time to leave, she was appalled by his behavior, really she expected better. She was shocked that Lucius didn’t tell her what an absolute jerk he was. She’d be having words with Lucius later.

“Well that was fun” said Draco once they’d apparated away.

Hermione glared at him.

“Ok, so it was a disaster but I know a way to make it all better” he teased.

Seeing as I've already finished writing Enchantress, I've started on some new stories. So please tell me which of these three you'd like me to post after Enchantress is done or whether you want me to post more than one at the same time.

Revenge (Draco/OC): Revenge consumed her. It was all she saw, breathed and ate. Sometimes revenge can lead you to the brink of insanity. Sometimes it brings relief. Nell Santoro is looking for revenge. She wasn't looking for love, friends or family.

Star Crossed Lovers (James II/OC): Sometimes love needs a little push. It's not always easy, sometimes hate gets in the way and pain, betrayal, hardship. Sometimes the road to love can be ful of joy, happiness, laughter, desire, fun. But when both sides get in the way, things can get catastrophically complicated.

Heaven's Not Far At All (Draco/OC): When Heaven falls into Draco's life, it's like nothing can go wrong. But Heaven is hiding a dark secret, one that will consume both her and Draco if she doesn't say something soon. Now others are conspiring against them. Is their love enough?